He was very much beloved. And sometimes people don't know how to give things up

I remember this one older woman my grandmother took me to visit now and then who had her cat stuffed so that it was curled up in a sleeping position and she kept it on the armchair of her sofa and wouldn't let anyone go near it.

Or maybe I am remembering something from a dream about this happening.

Now I don't remember anything at all.

Good gravy.

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Apparently a number of famous horses got stuffed trying not to make any sex jokes trying not to make any sex jokes trying not to make any sex jokes. Like for a while that was a very de rigueur thing to do or something, "hey, this is a popular horse, PEOPLE WILL WANT TO COME LOOK AT IT FOREVER." But I guess it worked, because I remember going to see the taxidermal corpse of Misty of Chincoteague when I was a little girl.

I'm not sure what to say about a banana keeper turning into a penis thing

Just another day on cos.com.

Although frankly if there's a place on earth where people will talk about banana keepers without bringing dicks into it, I do not want to know about it.

Welp, I'm off to try and get some last-minute groceries. If you don't hear from me by next week, it means I probably went berserk on my fellow shoppers and have gone down in a blaze of glory. All I ask is that, in lieu of flowers, you make a small donation to my son's education fund. Happy Pre-Black Friday Feasting, America.

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Although frankly if there's a place on earth where people will talk about banana keepers without bringing dicks into it, I do not want to know about it.

Welp, I'm off to try and get some last-minute groceries. If you don't hear from me by next week, it means I probably went berserk on my fellow shoppers and have gone down in a blaze of glory. All I ask is that, in lieu of flowers, you make a small donation to my son's education fund. Happy Thanksgiving, America.

If there's a place on Earth where people don't talk about dicks the way we talk about dicks I don't want to know about it. Periods and dicks for everyone.

We went to Walmart the other day.
It was a bad idea.
It is my firm belief that shoppers during the Holiday season are the rudest people in the world.
No ma'm I don't need to shuffle past your cart full of crying infant while I am wearing an enormous backpack. No really. Please. Leave yourself standing derp-faced in the middle of the exit to the isle and let me shuffle awkwardly past you and try not to smack your child with my backpack. It is not on my list of things to do. I do not have a checklist with "accidentally clothesline a baby with my backpack" at the very top. If anything it would be at the very bottom if not at all.

Education funds are nifty. My mom said she regretted not saving up for my college tuition when I was little. -shrug- What kinda fund are you doing? Is it just any money you get with the memo "LITTLEBROSTER EDUCATION" goes into a bank account or something? How do those things work?

I really wish that I didn't know about this. I read Margarite Henry all the time as a child. My favorite was King of the Wind.

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Gone With the Wind is on. I'm content for a while.

Not a fan of GWtW. Couldn't get past Scarlet enjoying being raped. And, oh yeah, slavery.

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Welp, I'm off to try and get some last-minute groceries. If you don't hear from me by next week, it means I probably went berserk on my fellow shoppers and have gone down in a blaze of glory. All I ask is that, in lieu of flowers, you make a small donation to my son's education fund. Happy Pre-Black Friday Feasting, America.

Once more unto the breech! Godspeed!

I shopped yesterday during the middle of the day. It was already packed.

There is a vibe here that says "We're in this together! Through thick and thin fabric! Through cold water washes and burning hot irons! Though we might super glue ourselves to our projects, cut holes/gashes/oh-god-mom's-gonna-kill-me into the dining room table, we will stand strong together. Unless there is a 75% off sale at the Fabric store. Then you're on your own. And get the hell out of my way." <3

I did the report without reading the book.... or watching the movie... or what have you.

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Once upon an evening dreary, while I lurked weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten posts,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a bitching,
As of some one gently pitching, bitching at my chamber door.
`'Tis JasonTerror,' I muttered, `bitching at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'